
a drunk englishman in NY
had brunch with sara at 'paradou' on the west side and foolishly exploited the unlimited champagne menu.
stumbled through the meat packing district to the 'cindy sherman' show which offended me by it's DULLNESS!
proof that the art world is ridiculous: apparently the (lame) editions of 8 are seliing for $250,000 a piece.
Z (my three year old) does better.
did meet a huge st.bernard dog that was bigger than it's owner which greatly amused me.
by this time the alchohol in me was 'maturing' (unlike me) and i was too drunk to photograph the dog, sadly.
stumbled on to 'comme des garcons' to find some culottes and ended up impulse buying a ridiculously expensive shirt.
managed to redecorate the pavement outside my apartment and had to cancel rest of evening.
impressive huh?
i haven't drunk myself to puking in years.